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Bloodborn Bloodborn Series Book 1 by Sydney Winward Genre: Paranormal Romance

Adam Degore’s personal need to find a cure for vampirism drives him to ensnare a vampire, but the creature he captures is Dracula’s daughter. Worse yet, he’s drawn to her—a monster he’s vowed to kill. Despite her father’s wishes, Willow chooses to live among humans instead of the vampire conclave where she would be safe. She wants a life filled with more than shadows. Being captured by a human, not to mention falling in love with one, is not part of her plan. With vampires and blood hunters closing in on their chosen prey, Adam and Willow need to trust one another. But will that trust come in time for them to survive and find a future together? Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo * WebsiteBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/c6Jxkv8d4dc

Sydney Winward was born with an artistic brain and a love of discovery for new talents. From drawing to sewing to music, she has loved to explore every opportunity that comes her way. At a young age, Sydney discovered her love of writing and wrote her first book at twelve years old, and since then, she hasn’t been able to stop writing. Her active imagination and artistic mind take her away to different worlds and time periods, making every new story a fantastic adventure. When she is not writing (or fawning over animals in the neighborhood) she spends time with her husband and children at home in Utah. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

He regarded her with a curious expression, and suddenly she realized he’d
dropped his guard. If she lunged for his sword and used it on him before he had a chance
to react…
But that wouldn’t work. If she managed to defeat him, she would still be trapped
in these chains… Or would she?
The chance to attack came and went as he took a step away from her, resting his
palm defensively on the pommel of his sword, more for the werewolf than for her, she
Assumed.
“How does a vampire turn someone?” he asked.
She recognized the question from his field journal, which made much more sense
now that she understood the context spurring his curiosity regarding vampires. “Why do
you want to know?”
“Because…I have been both bitten and scratched, yet nothing has happened to
me. I don’t…understand.”

“You assume I’m more loyal to you than to my kind?” she asked, drumming her
fingers against her folded arms, regarding the blood hunter coolly. “Some might call
giving such information an act of betrayal. I would rather see your eyes turn red because
of the mess you found yourself in by capturing me. Now that would be an interesting turn
of events.”
He sighed, weariness showing in his eyes she hadn’t seen there before. “Just tell
Me.”
“How about something better? I can show you,” she said, smiling evilly as she
sprouted her fangs from where they hid in her gums. She approached him slowly until she
backed him against the wall of the cave. Delicious fear lived in his eyes despite his brave
front. However, before she could get any closer, he lifted his sword between them, the
point an inch away from cutting into her dress.

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A Trust to Follow Wild Magics Book 1 by Diana Waters Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance

In a world where magic is hated and feared, sometimes the bravest thing a man can do is trust. Daymon is the second prince of a kingdom in which Evokers—those who possess intuitive magical abilities—have long since been treated with fear and mistrust. Marked as an Evoker himself, Daymon is captured by those who wish to take advantage of these powers. Now, the prince must put his faith in Rhyder, the captain of his guards—and the man Daymon has claimed as his own—to free him. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Google * Kobo * eXtasy Books

Kaidyn’s Courage Wild Magics Book 2

When one man’s courage is lost to his own anger, another will try to rekindle it—no matter the cost. Kaidyn is the son of the queen and a trainee officer in the kingdom of Sareen. He is also a Half-Blood—his father is from Iskandir, a neighboring kingdom which has been at war with Sareen for many years. Bitter and angry at the prejudice he faces, Kaidyn meets Sorin, a healer from one of Sareen’s most prominent noble families. As their relationship deepens, the war between Sareen and Iskandir grows worse. Not only will the pair inevitably become involved with the conflict one way or another, but Sorin is also hiding a secret, and time is running out for them both. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Google * Kobo * eXtasy Books

Diana is an M/M romance author from New Zealand, although she currently resides in New York and has previously also lived in Japan and Thailand. She has no idea where in the world she’ll be this time next year and is pretty okay with that. Other than reading and writing, her main passions include travel, amateur photography and competitive swimming. Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * eXtasy Books

“Oi! The Watch, run!”
Kaidyn’s ears had caught it, too—the clinking of steel as a patrol wandered nearby, perhaps attracted
by the sounds of their struggle. No others could walk the city streets openly armed, even by day. Not that
Kaidyn wanted to stick around any longer than his attackers. He had no wish to be locked up for the
night either.
The man directly in front of him seized him by the collar of his shirt. “Something to remember me by,”
he muttered, and Kaidyn knew his mouth was open but couldn’t hear his own gasp as he was dealt a
final blow. The hit wasn’t in his stomach again, as he’d been expecting, but at the side of his head. It felt
like an object struck him, not merely a fist, but something blunt and hard. He felt the blood begin to drip
from the base of his skull and trickle down his neck. The world wavered around him as the last of the
men ran off. Cowards, all.
Kaidyn took an uneven step, then several more. He tilted toward the ground but did not fall. Luck.
Where is Luck? I have to find him, before…
He was still so angry, but his thoughts were leaking out of him along with the blood, the dizziness
beginning to con-sume them. If I don’t hurry…
The stars were wheeling somewhere above him. When did I fall to the ground? He tried to search for
a familiar landmark, but his sight was failing him. Kaidyn had either drank too much or been hit too hard.
“Oh!” Kaidyn heard a gasp, but it had not come from him. It wasn’t Luck, either. He tried to get up, to
defend himself once more, but his hands met only empty air.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise—”
Kaidyn growled, his tone low and furious.
“All right, all right,” the voice soothed him. “I’ll just wait until you’re ready to walk again, shall I?” The
unknown per-son sounded sympathetic. Gentle, even, and impossibly, unbearably kind. But that must
have been in his head, because surely nobody who saw Kaidyn in his current state could be anything but
disappointed, disgusted, or a combination of the two.
“It’s going to be all right,” the voice continued, and to Kaidyn’s astonishment he felt a cool hand
touching his brow, brushing wisps of hair from his forehead. He could not remember the last time he had
been touched with such tenderness. “I have you. You’re safe now. I won’t leave you alone here.”
Kaidyn shook his head, forcing his sight to clear. A pair of eyes stared anxiously back down at him
and drew him in, as though calling him on from somewhere. But from where? Where…
Kai!
He had definitely imagined that part, because this stranger, whoever he was, could not have known
his name, much less the one reserved for his closest friends.
Kai!
But he could not think any longer, he was falling, falling… and running again, running away from the
pain and the bile rising in his throat, escaping everything but the darkness that finally overtook him to
swallow him whole.

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Dangerous Desires by Dawn Altieri Genre: Romantic Suspense

Three years after Emma Sloane’s wealthy fiance’s mysterious death, she’s finally ready to move on and pursue her own dreams. But her plans are derailed when she’s attacked outside her New York City apartment in what she thinks is a random violent incident. Then other women who look just like her start turning up dead… Homicide Detective Jake Quinn is haunted by the one case he couldn’t solve. When he’s put in charge of a new high-profile murder case, he interviews a victim who escaped a similar attack—and to his shock it’s Emma, the former fiancée of his unsolved murder victim. Neither expects the sparks of attraction between them. But the killer escalates, clearly targeting Emma, and Jake’s job is on the line. Can he solve this case before it’s too late for both of them? Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo * Entangled Publishing

A lifelong resident of northern New Jersey, Dawn Altieri has been scribbling stories practically since birth. After reaching a milestone birthday (she won’t say which one), she figured it was about time she took a shot at writing professionally. With an overactive imagination and a slightly twisted mind, she enjoys reading dark and dangerous tales almost as much as writing them. When she’s not curled up on the sofa with her laptop, her latest story, a box of chocolates and a cup of tea (or a glass of wine, depending on the time of day), she can be found volunteering in the world of animal rescue. To keep a roof over her head, she works in the printing industry as a graphic production artist. She shares her home with her husband and daughter, and a menagerie of rescued fur-babies. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Emma made her way through the crowded sidewalks toward her apartment, struggling to
balance the plants, her groceries, and her purse. She could grab a cab, but at the rate traffic was
moving, she’d make it home faster if she walked. Maybe that wasn’t the best decision with
everything she had to carry, but New York City was alive with people enjoying the warmest
evening spring had offered so far. The fresh air carried a promise of invigoration and renewal she
desperately needed.
The sky took on an orange glow as the sun dipped between skyscrapers. As she traversed
the last few blocks toward her apartment building, darkness settled in more quickly than she’d
expected. She headed up the steps to the building’s entrance and shifted everything to one arm so
she could access the keypad next to the door with the other hand.
“Need help with that?”

She turned at the odd, raspy sound close behind her, like that of a man trying to disguise
his voice. A tall, muscular figure emerged from behind the potted shrubbery, dressed all in black
and wearing a ski mask that revealed nothing but his hazel green eyes.
A ski mask? In May?
He gripped her elbow and she gasped. The tray of flowers crashed to the concrete. Her bag
of vegetables tumbled to the ground and scattered in every direction. She managed a muffled cry
as he slapped a work glove-covered hand over her mouth, filling her nose with the stench of
rubber.
He spun her back to his chest and choked off her air with a thick arm around her neck.
“Shut up,” he snarled. The malicious command vibrated off her skin, sending a cold chill down
her spine. He stepped backward as if to drag her toward the corner of the building.
“Hey!” Mrs. Henderson from 5B hurried toward them, still in her scrubs after her shift at
New York Presbyterian. “Get your hands off her!”
The man released Emma so quickly she fell backward and landed hard on the stone planter
box next to the doorway. He stood frozen, his furious gaze fixed on her like a wild animal who’d
lost its prey and couldn’t decide whether or not to give up. She fought to memorize anything she
could about him, but it was all a blur once he turned and took off down the sidewalk.
Mrs. Henderson reached her side, grabbed her hands, and steadied her. “Emma, are you all
right?”
“Yeah,” she said as she stared down the street after her attacker, fighting for breath. “I’m
okay.”
But who the hell was that?
And oh my God. Had he just tried to abduct her?

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Late for Dinner The Way Over the Hill Gang Book 1 by M.K. Scott Genre: Cozy Mystery

Marcy Collins proved her investigative skills in the field time and time again, but after an accident leaves her disabled, she’s forced into early retirement in a senior convalescent center. Although her mind and body may not be what they used to be, her steadfast determination to fight crime and advocate for victims continues. When her well-meaning former partner is assigned with helping to keep her mind agile, he unknowingly inspires her to search for clues in a long-forgotten cold case. Before he knows what’s happening, Marcy assembles a team of sharp-eyed, witty, and often cantankerous senior sleuths to bring a criminal to justice and help her regain some of what she thought she’d lost for good. Follow the former detective and her team of unconventional sleuths as they dig through the clues and wind their way down a treacherous path of deception, tomfoolery, and murder! **Only .99 cents!!**
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Late For Square Dancing The Way Over the Hill Gang Book 4

A missing woman. A surprising suspect. A curious conundrum. The senior sleuths have a knack for sniffing out trouble, but when a missing woman cold case falls in their laps, all hands must be on deck to solve it. Unfortunately, this case hits a little too close to home, and quickly becomes an active case with dire consequences if they’re not careful. To complicate matters, Heloise is planning an authentic barn dance for the residents of Greener Pastures Convalescent Center. She needs the senior sleuths’ help, and that means they must forgo their investigation. The group will have to employ their best tactics to stay under the radar to root out the true culprit and avoid a barn dance disaster. **Only .99 cents!!**
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At a table closest to the door, three people sat: a short, bald man, and two women. The
first had her blonde hair arranged in an elaborate style and lacquered into place by a liberal dose
of hair spray. She winced a little but had her head tilted in the direction of a wiry woman whose
lips were moving.
“This is how it works, Lola,” the woman explained while gesturing to the dancers. “The
man calls out the moves for the dancers, then they have to do what he tells them to do.”
“Eunice,” Lola sighed and managed an eye roll at the same time, “I know how square-
dancing works. This isn’t my first encounter, you know.”
“Ha!” Eunice tossed her head, bouncing her gray-threaded curls. “I figured that being a
former Vegas showgirl, your extent of dancing involved teetering around on high heels, waving
feather fans.”
The man sitting with them coughed, earning a sympathetic glance from Lola. “You okay,
Gus? Need some water?”
He met her gaze, then shook his head as he pushed up to standing. “Think I’ll go back to
my room and get some water.”
Both women watched Gus leave, then Eunice leaned closer to say, “He has no clue what
you said. He’s already hard of hearing, but with…” She gestured to a nearby speaker. “…the
music blasting, he doesn’t hear a word.”
While the music may have a few residents tapping their toes, it did nothing for those who
could hear. Lola pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose before speaking. “You’d think they’re
trying to deafen the rest of us. I’m leaving, too.” Lola reached for her walker and stood. She
glanced back over her shoulder to address Eunice’s earlier comment. “Showgirl routines are
choreographed. Some of it is quite complicated. We certainly never needed someone yelling
instructions on a microphone.”
Eunice gave a derisive sniff. Even though both she and Lola were part of Senior Sleuths,
a covert group within the center that solved cold cases, it was still fun to poke at the woman.
After all, what woman wouldn’t feel a little uncomfortable around a former showgirl. Getting the
aged blonde riled up evened the playing field, especially considering Eunice’s skinny form and
acerbic nature didn’t make her popular with the opposite gender. Thank goodness for Gus, who
had been waiting for a forceful woman to take charge of him.

Making friends was not something Eunice did easily. Her father once told her she should
laugh at the other children’s jokes and occasionally compliment them on something they did. He
also told her to be honest at all times. Talk about a paradox. It was hard to be honest and popular.
Eventually, she settled on being honest and helpful, even when the help wasn’t wanted. Was it
too late to change her ways? Better yet, did she want to?
One of the lady dancers, whose colorful skirt stood out with its multitude of petticoats,
interrupted Eunice’s reflections and invited her to join in. Someone had deliberately picked her.
Woo hoo! She jumped up and tried to ignore that most of the other attendees were in
wheelchairs. That had nothing to do with them picking her. Obviously, the dancer recognized in
Eunice a born square dancer.

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